"𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁. 𝗛𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁." ----✦--------✦--------✦---- This is a dark, twisted romance thriller where nothing is as it seems... Three generations. Multiple couples. Countless secrets. One legacy soaked in blood, betrayal, and love that refuses to fade ✨ "In a world buried deep in secrets, no one is innocent. Not even the ones you love." ✨ They say truth sets you free-but what if the truth is the very poison that destroys everything? Welcome to a story dripping in power, desire , obsession, betrayal, and revenge. Where a king holds the world in his grip, a queen plays a game no one sees coming, and the devil wears a face that once felt like home. As the layers peel away, the sins of the past begin to haunt the present. Families clash, lovers fall, enemies rise - all under the watchful trail of the storm. But the true players? The real heartbeats of this chaos? They will emerge only when the story decides it's time. Until then, the mist keeps them hidden. Until then, the past writes the present. This isn't about heroes. This is about monsters who were once human. About women who were never soft-only silent. About love that's too twisted to be pure, and too real to be ignored. This is not your fairytale. This is war. And every heart is a battlefield.

"She's honest enough to break you." In the chaos of 10th grade crammed classrooms, exam stress whispered crushes, and cafeteria gossip-two souls cross paths. 𝘼𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙍𝘼 𝙈𝙄𝙍𝙕𝘼 is all bright hijab and brighter banter - the girl who can turn detention into a comedy set and still ace the test.yet kept a quiet distance from her Creator, unsure of where faith fit into her story. 𝙎𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙍 𝙈𝙀𝙃𝙍𝘼 is the boy everyone knows for his last-minute goals and first-place jokes, yet no one sees the storms he tucks behind that easy grin.but then he's about to learn what happens when one fearless girl plays past his defenses. Thrown together in tenth grade, they trade snacks, secrets, and late-night voice notes until friendship can't hide how fiercely their hearts lean toward each other. High-school corridors become college quads, cheek-kisses become promises, and for a while it feels like even fate is cheering them on. But effort fades, birthdays are missed, and the laughter that glued them starts to crack. In a love stitched from opposites-Muslim sunshine and Hindu starlight-what happens when the threads pull tight? Their story is full of laughter and love... But not all love stories are meant to last forever. Or are they? Keep reading to hear the answer whispered... or will silence write the last line?